All My Road Before Me

Work aspirations

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 02:40:11 GMT

1. Go to Career Cruising, www.careercruising.com
2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top twenty results
5. Put the careers you have seriously considered in bold
6. Italicize any careers you've had.

Here's my list:

1. Naturopath
2. Addictions Counselor
3. Physical Therapist
4. Chiropractor
5. Nurse Practitioner
6. Acupuncturist
7. Nurse
8. Sport Psychology Consultant
9. Psychologist
10. Gerontologist
11. Public Health Nurse
12. Athletic Trainer
13. Personal Trainer
14. Podiatrist
15. Marriage and Family Therapist
16. Kinesiologist
17. Midwife
18. Audiologist
19. Clergy
20. Animal Trainer

Question

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 02:08:40 GMT

Do you think Britney looks fat? Hell, I don't, even the flabbier Britney is fitter than me. I would also like to add that the average American female wears a size 14 and that girl is too small to wear that size. Fat? HELL NO YOU WARPED LITTLE BASTARDS - SHE HAD TWO KIDS IN A SHORT TIME SPAN.

I really could care less about her and her music, in fact, the fascination with her just borders on absurd with me. However, when people in our culture look at a woman that looks like her and calls her FAT, I think that just proves how warped our perceptions of what a woman's body should look like. She should not look like she did 10 years ago when she was 15 and never had a kid. I hate people for saying this about someone. She is not fat. If you weigh over 300 pounds, yeah, you are probably fat. But that ain't the case here.

DOES SHE LOOK FAT TO YOU?

And one more thing

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 20:28:24 GMT

Do people who claim to be Christians act like it anymore?

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,292910,00.html

Busted

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 20:25:44 GMT

You know, what goes around, comes around. Read the following story - if you cheat on your spose, they are likely going to find out. Read this story to find out how a woman uncovered her husbands other relationship.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,292891,00.html

And might I add, what an idiot. If you were recently reconciled to your wife, why the hell would you send flowers to another woman unless you flat just wanted to get caught?

Just for fun

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 19:54:22 GMT

Your Score: Longcat

55% Affectionate, 18% Excitable, 42% Hungry

Protector of truth.

Slayer of darkness.

Loooooong.

Longcat may seem like just a regular lengthy cat, but he is, in fact, looong. For proof, observe the longpic.

It is prophesized that Longcat and his archnemesis Tacgnol will battle for supremacy on Caturday. The outcome will change the face of the world, and indeed the very fabric of lolcatdom, forever.

Be grateful that the test has chosen you, and only you, to have this title.

To see all possible results, checka dis.

Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

High standards in the Baptist church

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 23:28:34 GMT

Why am I Baptist?

http://www.commercialappeal.com/mca/local/article/0,2845,MCA_25340_5628130,00.html

The good wife's guide

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 19:04:40 GMT

A must have for all wives. I couldn't survive without it.

http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/misc/days.pdf

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 15:28:34 GMT

Anyone have comments on this?

http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/07/05/damon.india.widows/index.html

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 03:20:31 GMT

What color is your soul painted?

Yellow

Your soul is painted the color yellow, which embodies the characteristics of joy, happiness, optimism, idealism, gold, hope, liberalism, sociability, friendship, death, courage, intellect, confidence, communication, travel, movement, attraction, persuasion, and charm. Yellow is the color of the element Air, and symbolizes the sun, grain, and the power of thought.

Click Here to Take This Quiz

Quizzes and Personality Tests

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 19:50:30 GMT

Got up at 5:45 am and did laundry until the bear woke up. Then we went to Shelby Farms and played on the playground. Got pizza for lunch. I am really bored.

Girl school

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 15:50:14 GMT

I tried to fry chicken last night and it was a disaster. So, I have decided not to cook ever again. Ok, that's not true but I will never try to fry chicken again.

Does anyone know where I can go to learn how to be more girly, I need help? I am a bad cook and decorator. I wish there was girl school.

I suck

Mon, 14 May 2007 15:36:44 GMT

Last night, I was talking to a friend of mine that lives in Houston. Her ex-boyfriend from 7 or 8 years ago is getting married in just a couple of months but I had held off telling her for a variety of reasons. First, he got engaged over Christmas and I was going to tell her because she had been seeing a guy named Curt for 6 months and things were going well. That is until they had an arguement over Christmas and MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU - he dumped her over the holiday OVER THE PHONE. JERK. So, I just thought that it wasn't such a great idea to lower the boom then.

I talk to her every 3 or 4 weeks and each time I do, I haven't told her about Chris because she is depressed about not being married and she wants kids. The worst part of all of this is that each time I talk to her, she says things that make me think she may make a mistake with regards to men - things like, "I am thinking of holding off on buying a house because if I meet someone in the next 6 months and we get married, then we will have to sell my house". And then there's, "IF I have a kid in the next year or so...". I feel like it is not a good plan to meet a guy, marry him and pop out a baby in a year or so. I am worried that she will just rush into it and then be miserable.

Last night I finally told her and she started to cry - I felt like the worst human ever. But she had to know - Chris is getting married in June and I have waited almost 6 full months to tell her. We all have the same friends and all that but no one would say anything - people thought it would be best if I told her. I feel like crap. I KNOW she is utterly miserable and I made her feel that way but I honestly don't know how to make it any better. The worst part in all of this is that I am concerned she will now take SOMEONE, ANYONE and just run down the isle. And have a kid. And make a big mistake. I desperately want her to find someone who loves her and cares for her and I don't want her to make a mistake. I want her to have kids and enjoy them. I don't want her to be unhappy in the relationship world but I don't know what to do or say that would make her feel better. Help!!

Poo-poo abounds

Mon, 07 May 2007 19:40:57 GMT

Well, I am still in the process of potty training my son, which at the rate it is going, should finish around the time he is 30. That being said, I had a suprise poo-poo moment today with him. He had his first BM around lunch (yes, he is quite regular), so I figured that was it for the day. He came to me in the kitchen and said he had pee-peed in his training pants, so I just pull them off. Unbeknownst to me, there is a wonderful pile of soft poo that falls out and plops on the floor in front of the fridge. Wow!! I really wasn't expecting that.

I have decided that this is God's way of getting back at me for all the sick things I created at lunch with cafeteria food that oftentimes resembled feces. I am swimming in human waste and am woefully unprepared for training my son to potty. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in Hell

Sun, 06 May 2007 17:45:23 GMT

Not that a soul gives a damn but I have officially had it as a mom. Where to begin. My son has an aversion to going to church - a big one. He pitches an absolute fit EVERY time we go - people stare as I carry him in and he wails and kicks, etc. When I leave him at the door of his class, he is on the floor and they have to drag him in while he is screaming. Now, he used to not panic about such things and then he was ok with going - he would knock on the door, go in and play with a school bus. He was ok. Then about three months ago, this started. By the time I get home from church, I feel sick to my stomach and have a massive headache.

The worst part of this is the fact that his teacher HAS NEVER EVEN SPOKEN TO US. One lady from the class - whose name I don't know - told us that he comes in quiet and keeps to himself but usually warms up as time goes on. The problem is NO ONE WILL GIVE US AN OUNCE OF HELP, ADVICE, SUPPORT, or ANYTHING. IT'S A CHURCH - YOUR SUPPOSED TO HELP PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!

I used to work in childcare and I knew the parents names and their kids and if there were problems, we spoke to the parents about it. What is the deal? Why won't SOMEBODY in that place try to talk to us about what is going on and how to solve it? Do you think that we are going to freak out - do you think that we really ENJOY watching our son behave like this? What truly pisses me off is the fact that I am going to have to contact someone at the church about what is going on and what we should do about it because apparently, no one gives enough of a damn about us or our son to approach us about it.

Another thing that just annoys me is the fact that our son says that Ms. Diane says that he is just shy. Great, thanks, I appreciate your help in that matter. Just tell my son where he fits in the social order and ensure that he continues to behave in this manner because it's what you told him he is. AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need to demand a raise...

Thu, 03 May 2007 19:37:18 GMT

This article says stay at home mom's salaries should run around $138K per year.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,269818,00.html

It is only fitting

Thu, 03 May 2007 02:23:25 GMT

We have begun the process of potty training and let me just say it is not pleasant. More pee and poop than you can shake a stick at and it is just everywhere all the time. Harrison pees every 20 minutes or so and all over his training pants and all over the floor. Thankfully, poop only happens once a day. Disgusting, gross, nasty.

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 03:08:54 GMT

Today, I picked up my brand new car from the body shop - if you are unaware, I got rear-ended by a refrigeration box truck when my car was 30 days old. At any rate, I am glad to have it back and hope no other idiot runs into me on G'town Parkway or anywhere else for that matter.

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 22:44:21 GMT

Today, while playing in the backyard, Harrison comes to me and says, "Look Mommy - I picked a beautiful flower for you!". That made my day.

check this out

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:18:30 GMT

http://www.nypost.com/seven/04152007/news/worldnews/moores_sicko_stunt_worldnews_janon_fisher.htm

Funny

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:18:27 GMT

Harrison runs up to me and invites me to come play with him saying, "Mommy, I have special toys - come play with me." Well, how could you say no to that. He is just great.

Crazy

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 05:03:25 GMT

You Are 28% Abnormal

You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul.

You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.

You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.

You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.

You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

I was hoping to be the middle finger...

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 02:40:20 GMT

You Are the Index Finger

You are ambitious, driven, and capable.
You aren't afraid to take responsibility for your actions - or place the blame on whoever deserves it.
You are honest, free thinking, and objective. You see things in your own way - and you aren't afraid to let everyone know about it.

You get along well with: The Thumb

Stay away from: The Ring Finger

What Finger Are You?

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 02:35:28 GMT

Today is Tuesday which means Harrison and I go visit my parents. Today I got there while mom and dad where out but no problem, we would watch some Noggin and play some games til they got back from running their errands. So, Harrison decides that he DOES NOT want to see grandma and pop-pop and starts throwing a fit while I am getting him out of the car. He kicks and screams and wails while I haul him in the house and put him down in my parents recliner. I go back outside to get his bag and I come back into the house to find him on the floor by the coffee table still pitching a fit.

I then tell him that he needs to quit having a fit and have some fun. He doesn't agree and he goes into their back entry hall and sulks. I, trying to be the good mommy and not give in to his manipulation, leave him alone, turn on the Upside Down Show and fix myself a diet coke. After about 20 minutes of this silliness, I go to him and tell him that he can either get off the floor and join in playing with mommy or we can get in the car and go home and not see grandma and pop-pop. He turns over and I see for the first time a gigantic pool of blood on the right side of his head. Mind you, he never screamed or cried during any of this. I go absolutely ape-shit. He still doesn't want to leave the back hall and wants to go home and doesn't want to see his grandparents and while I am trying to pick him up and get to the kitchen where I can see the damage better, he is kicking wildly and telling me NO! NO! NO! I WANT TO GO HOME!

I call Tim hysterical b/c Harrison is having another temper tantrum and I am afraid he is going to wham his head again. I hang the phone up and try and corner my child long enough to clean up his head and see what I am really dealing with. Finally, after 5 minutes of chasing him and him screaming NO over and over, I get his head cleaned up enough to see that it was not a four inch long cut like I thought but about a half an inch. However, it was very deep and his skin was split wide open. So I had to put him in the car and take him to the doctors to get his head sewed up. They couldn't see him at the G'town office or the Cordova office b/c they were booked all up so I had to drive from Germantown to the Bartlett office.

The doctor was great and did a great job with Harrison. Harrison never once cried and the doctor decided to use Dermabond instead of stitches b/c while there will be some scarring with the Dermabond, it is under his hair and he won't be terrified of returning to the doctor. Dr. Owen had to clean it up and get all the clotted blood out of his hair before he glued the skin back together. Harrison got 3 stickers and 2 sugar free suckers.

I guess when I went to get the bag, Harrison fell down on the floor and either hit the table on the way down or rolled into it when he was throwing his fit. I never saw blood until about 20 minutes after he whammed his head because his left side was facing me. He never cried - I think I deserve the worst mommy of the year award for what happened this morning.

Loved : )

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 05:52:38 GMT

Today, my son walked up to my while I was sitting on the hill in the backyard and he sat down next to me, put his hand on my arm and said, "Mommy, you're my best friend". I can die happy now - my son loves me.

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 03:25:36 GMT

I need a pick me up. So I am asking for anyone to say something cheery or leave a funny link. I am in a funk and need to get out of it. So, say something funny - Trisha, that is a natural talent for you.